Swaying in the breeze
Hanging from the tall, tall tree
A figure
Clothed all in black
No! Don’t look!
Or he’ll attack!
He’s the thing
That goes bump in the night
That causes the weak
To die of fright.
You just looked
Didn’t you?
Just to see
It’s alright now
He had you marked.
What about me?
Oh no, don’t worry.
You see, years ago
In your place was me.
And now I am
The thing in the tree.

Written by Castiel's Nipples
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